Olivia gripped the back of her gold chair, her knuckles white. “You little bitch. You manipulated us. You led us to the altar just to publicly humiliate us.”
“I led you to the altar to expose you,” Clara corrected, stopping just three feet away from Ethan. “You treated me like a naive little bank in a wedding dress. You treated my family like dirt. And you thought you could smile and push us into the deep end without consequences.”
